Treehouse (dreamnotfound)

feelings are fatal

a/n
was that a mxmtoon reference? you may never know😏

The boys grew even closer through the next few months, now knowing it each other for 6 months.
The snow was starting to settle in and the nights grew colder.
But the weather wasn't the only thing changing, maybe feelings were to

George pov

Me and clay were walking through the shopping district downtown enjoying the cool November weather.
Oddly the snow came early this year and flooded the streets with at least a foot of snow.

"Hey come to think of it George, when's your birthday?"
"oh..."
I check the date on my phone
"Today"

Clay stops walking and I look back at him
"You're kidding! We're you just going to go the whole day without telling me?!"
"Hey no need to get pissed! I just don't like to keep things all about me ya know?"
I stuff my hands into my trench-coat and keep walking.

"Do you think I care?"
He grabs my hand and runs towards a restaurant.
Despite the sudden surprise of running I grip his hand back not planning on letting go.

We bust through the restaurant doors
shocked faces turn towards us.
"Clay don't do anything stup-"
"ITS HIS BIRTHDAY PLEASE GIVE US A SEAT!!"

Are you kidding me......

By now it was mid day and the sun was setting snow still falling.
Small lanterns were placed around the restaurant creating a small yellowish glow.

"So I'm paying i'm not letting a 13 year old pay for a now 15 year olds food"
"I'm actually not 13 i'll have you know! And i'm paying" He quickly grabs his wallet and runs up to the cashier to pay

wait but he was 13 when I met him..when did he turn 14...?

"Hey if you're 14 now when was your birthday?"
"August 12th" He says as we walk out of the dimly lit building into the even more dimly lit street.
"Clay what the hell! Why did you tell me?"

"Same reason you didn't tell me. I don't like making things all about myself"
"Wow okay anything else you're hiding from me??" I say sarcastically not wanting a response

"Yeah actually, I do. It's kinda serious ya know? So let's head back to your house" He says with a little laugh at the end.

"what..?"

I watch him as he drags me back to my house by the hand.
His nose is red from the cold and his hair is in
his eyes from the wind.
Snowflakes line his scarf, the street lights illuminating this.

Despite this moment, worry fills my stomach
I grip his hand as if it's the last time I could.
He squeezes back.

God I hate this feeling

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Y'all are gonna kill me next chapter oh god🙂

But anyway!! Merry christmas or happy whatever you celebrate this time of year!!

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